Twelve Days of Christmas: a Santa That Wasn'T Me
On Christmas Eve I was trapped in snow,
my house resembled the ingloo of an Eskimo:
presents in silver boxes just laid there,
twelve Power Rangers,
eleven hair-curlers,
ten brown teddy bears,
nine Purina cans,
eight diet biscuit bags,
seven pairs of gloves,
six votive candles for my favorite Saint Anthonyyyy,
five boxes of crayons,
four make-up kits,
three large chocolate bars,
two pairs of wool gloves,
and one beard trimmer for a Santa that wasn't meeee!
Entered in Poet Destroyer's contest,
" Twelve Days of Christmas "
Written by Andrew Crisci
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